Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Move,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.